25. Margo
Chapter 25
Margo
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You’re in for a treat.
S omehow, I don’t think they mean ice cream.
I click over to my conversation with Riley.
Riley
Where are you? Amelie is storming around here like an angry bull.
We’re on our way.
Caleb’s driving like an ass
That was fast. ;)
Nothing happened. He wanted to go back to his house but…
Can’t do it.
Pro tip: less talking, more kissing. Makes you forget about their bullying.
I frown.
No chance of that.
Psh. You might change your mind when you see what you’re dealing with. Find me when you get here!
I put my hand over Caleb’s, which has been slowly creeping higher up my thigh.
He grins. “You like it when I touch you. And you like it when I’m rough. So why stop a good thing?”
“Because we’re about to go to a party.”
“And those parties have dark rooms,” he says. “It would be easier to keep everyone away from you if I kept you locked in a dark room… everyone could hear you scream, and they’d know I was staking my claim.”
“I’ve had enough of your overprotective streak.” I don’t think I believe it, though.
He shrugs. “Easily avoided, baby. Just don’t talk to anyone.”
“In a house full of people.”
He smirks as he parks. “Is that too hard for you?”
I release his hand as he turns off the engine. To my surprise, he leans into my space. His lips touch mine, the briefest kiss before he sits back.
More.
A smile curls his lips. Maybe I said it out loud, because he ducks back in and steals another one. His tongue swipes along the seam of my lips. I push into him, grabbing the back of his head.
Kisses like these make me feel electric.
Like I could be lost in a snow squall, but Caleb’s lips would guide me back.
Once I’m properly breathless, he leans back. His smirk gets bigger. “I like you like this.”
A confession for my ears only.
“Tussled. Horny. Did my kiss make you wet?”
I blush.
“That might be a yes. That’s a mystery I look forward to solving.” He gets out and circles around, opening my door for me.
I take the arm he offers, and we walk up toward Ian Fletcher’s house.
Never mind that Ian and Amelie have been sleeping together, and that Ian is a dirt-bag bully, his house is giant .
“I thought you were rich.”
Caleb laughs. “Yeah, but our wealth isn’t in the house. You know it’s been in the family since my grandparents bought it. Fletcher’s house is purely new money. I’d rather just take you home and sneak into your room, but…”
Some football players rush past us, calling Caleb’s name.
“That,” I answer, “is why we have to make an appearance?”
He shrugs. “This is just football. Wait until hockey season really gets underway.”
I shiver in my jacket. “It gets… bigger?”
Half the school must be here. Music and lights pour out of the house, and our classmates are everywhere. On the front lawn, around back, in the house. Through the window, couples are dancing in Ian’s front room.
“Bigger?” Caleb snorts. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
I swallow. And then we’re inside the house, his fingers lacing through mine. We weave through the crowds, finding Eli and Ian talking in the kitchen. Riley is nowhere to be found.
“Sup, man,” Ian slurs slightly. “Epic game, right? Listen, I’m sorry about fucking around with Amelie. She’s a real hot?—”
“Better shut up, Ian,” Eli warns.
Caleb watches Ian with a blank face.
“Oh shit.” Ian laughs. He backs away, pointing at me. “You fucking downgraded, you know? To the coke-whore’s?—”
Caleb lunges forward, his fist snapping out faster than I can follow. Ian’s head whips backward, and blood pours down his face.
“What the fuck?” Ian yells. He swipes his hand under his nose, then dives toward Caleb, swinging wildly.
Caleb uses one hand to push me up against the wall, and he ducks Ian’s attempt to hit him. He keeps his body between us, and he rolls his shoulders back.
“Come on, Fletcher,” he growls. “I’ve been wanting to hit someone all fucking semester.”
He’s amped-up energy and muscle.
“You’re going to defend her?” Ian howls. “After she—” He jumps away from Caleb’s attack.
The way Caleb moves is brutal. He’s restricted by the jacket, but the fabric stretches across his back as he goes for Ian. Eventually, their little boxing match dissolves into something less human.
Eli’s gaze goes to me, and he raises his eyebrows. “You having fun yet, Margo?”
I shake my head. Blood flies when Caleb gets another hit in on Ian’s face. He suddenly has him pinned to the floor, his elbows coming up before his fist hammers down. I wince at the sound of his knuckles meeting flesh.
And Eli seems perfectly fine with letting it happen.
“Caleb,” I step away from the wall.
We have an audience once again, but they’re smart enough to stay the hell back. He doesn’t hear me.
“Caleb!”
I put my hand on his arm, and suddenly I’m the one pinned. He jumps off Ian and leans into me faster than I can comprehend. His hot breath hits my cheek, and I realize I’ve turned my head away. He smells like blood.
“You’re playing with fire, baby. I could’ve hit you.” He bites my earlobe.
Heat floods through me.
“I don’t know if I’m scared of you or impressed that you defended me,” I mumble. “You won’t hurt me.”
His teeth are still in my skin. We have an audience .
“Be both.” He picks me up, his hands on my ass lifting me higher.
I wrap my legs around his waist.
“I want to drag you into a room and fuck you senseless. I wanted that before we even came to this freaking party.”
The way he’s holding me, his erection brushes my core. We’re in the perfect position—minus the crowd around us. My body is hot, and butterflies erupt through me.
He trails kisses along my jaw, and I tilt my head to give him better access.
“Tonight, you’re fucking mine .”